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time 4 murder - luni coleone lyrics

uh (uh)
what what what what….uh
it’s luni coleone [repeat]

i let him know n-gga
i break him off from the yay
it’s luni coleone
i ain’t out for the play
time waits for no man and i preach that sh-t
hear the poppin off at mouth
i’mma bust that lip
mista hit him quick
mista hit him quicker
on the down
hop in like a gang or group house
bout to scratch ho
f-ck a n-gga
and that’s my motto
on the rizzeal
if n-ggas try to flex i eat ’em up like oatmeal
and f-ck a front row
in the streets that’s a no-no
but if she got -ss
i’mma take her like some no-dos
i use to bring beans now it’s me on the table
lookie here mama now i got my own label
i’m 22 years old with a beer belly
eyes f-cked in the club by gone off the smelly
been there but done did that n-ggas
down with the dirt
pull it out
then shoot that n-gga
where it hurts

[chorus:]
they says time waits for no man
so i got time to wait on no man
i’m dumpin with the gat in my hand
track nasty on my nuts see the paper ???
i let him know it’s coleone on the f-ckin gate
creep on the patna let him have it with the .38
i tell u one more gen
time waits for no man
so when i’m commin i’m dumpin
bust him with the gat in my hand

i hit the gas like a motherf-cking 3-way ???
leanin bodies in the trunk
straight cold -ss f-ck
i’m the n-gga with the quickest trigger
down to pull it
dump a whole cl!ck if a n-gga on some bullsh-t
it’s west coast
straight entrepreneur
lead a b-tch to the bank like a fish lure
and if a motherf-cker dump
i’mma bust him with a sawed-off
hop on him like a rabbit
dag-nabbit
i’ve been p-ssed off
n-ggas got me f-cked up
like i’m soft
but i’m hockin up
then that’s when yo grandpa call
ain’t no greater g than me
f-ck what you reppin
n-ggas get caught without their motherf-cking weapon
disrespecting -ss holes wanna be hard
but oh no!
if he holler let him go
f-ck that
f-ck the ho
chitty chitty i bang blue
punk n-gga i thought you knew
time waits for no man
so i’m commin at you like a fool

[chorus]
i wish a n-gga would run up
i’m quick to let him have it
on a lead pistola
in your -ss young f-ggot
used to have love
but now i’m out to k!ll people
cross game
you’ll be in more sh-t than a dung beetle
this california lifestyle livin (is no joker)
i work rap and sell bomb yay (to all smokers)
h-ll yeah i’m proud of the life i lead
drink 40’s till i throw up
and choke off weed
ain’t no n-gga alive can put fear in this g
i’m a psycho
like ??? boy put that on me
it’s my time to shine
so i’m going for mine
f-ck me and my b-tch
boy this me and my .9
out to rule the world n-gga
so…uh…what you gone do?
it’s my style b-tch
and i’ll change it if i want to
whatever wrap it on up like a doggy bag
time waits for not a thang
put yo g’s on that

[chorus]
uh uh uh uh…n-gga
what what what what
uh it’s luni coleone

uh uh
what what what what
motherf-ckers

yall can’t f-ck wit it

- luni coleone lyrics

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